The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

compliment made his chest

her hair and tugged it back gently so

face, and she leaned forward to kiss him,

the clasp of her bra and undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and discard the

the way his hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but her dusky nipples seemed darker than he remembered, contrasting against the paleness of

who knew Alessandra’s

was growing inside her

to lift her a touch, he dipped his head and captured

and ran her fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust her chest forward and

found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed flesh above

thumbs, the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d never tried

senses with her sultry, sweet taste, driving all thoughts

the material rip in his fingers. He grabbed the material of the other and did the same, then clasped her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to

at her, noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the jutting